NOTHING GOLD CAN STAY
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
by Robert Frost
from theFamous Poets Site
The kittens are weaning off. These left for the same home yesterday. That's the garage workbench they're on, their favorite place to doze during the day. The mother cat and the other two kittens were definitely affected and have been searching. I can't keep five grown cats and they went to a wonderful home. The couple has an aging cat already and so had toys and food alread waiting for the babies. So why do I feel so guilty??
These two will go to separate homes by next weekend. The mother gets fixed on Thursday, so all off and on nursing ends then. The house is going to seem VERY empty. The kittens have been scampering everywhere now and are adorable.
If you know a well-known cat poem , for adults or children, post it in your comments. Google, if you don't know one. It would be nice to see a few of those. Originals would be great, too!
Pris
dougie! it's been so long hearing from you. this has GOT to be one of yours. it sings your song and i like. Much!
ReplyDeleteThe poem on this link has to be my all time favourite cat poem.
ReplyDeletehttp://www.firstscience.com/SITE/poems/monro1.asp
will do as soon as I post this. great!
ReplyDeletePris - they may be adorable now, but watch out; all cats are trained killers. here's a poem I wrote for one of my grandchildren - I love to freeze thir blood. G.
ReplyDeleteThe Furrys
There are furrys at the bottom of my garden
They steal about on feet as soft as silk
Not quite so insubstantial as some spirits
They have a predilection for warm milk.
Whilst you and I are sleeping
They are down there
Creeping
C r e e p i n g . . . . .
And they’re not so nice
As some of you
Might think!
ohhhhhh...now I'm scared!
ReplyDeleteWell, they're starting to get feisty enough now that I'm more settled on one cat being enough. They've broken one treasured vase my mother left me this morning and are now exploring the chests out in the den, via climbing the backs of the den chairs. oh my.
this is long, but my favorite cat poem ever:
ReplyDeleteThe naming of cats is a difficult matter,
It isn't just one of your holiday games;
You may think at first I'm mad as a hatter
When I tell you a cat must have three
different names.
First of all, there's the name
that the family use daily,
Such as Victor, or Jonathan,
George or Bill Bailey--
All of them sensible everyday names.
There are fancier names
if you think they sound sweeter,
Some for the gentlemen,
some for the dames;
Such as Plato, Admetus,
Electra, Demeter--
But all of them sensible everyday names.
But I tell you,
a cat needs a name that's particular,
A name that is peculiar, and more dignified,
Else how can he
keep up his tail perpendicular,
Or spread out his whiskers,
or cherish his pride?
Of names of this kind,
I can give you a quorum,
Such as Munkustrap, Quazo or Coripat,
Such as Bombalurina, or else Jellyrum--
Names that never belong
to more than one cat.
But above and beyond
there's still one name left over,
And that is the name that you will never guess;
The name
that no human research can discover--
But The Cat Himself Knows,
and will never confess.
When you notice a cat in profound meditation,
The reason, I tell you, is always the same:
His mind is engaged in rapt contemplation
Of the thought, of the thought,
of the thought of his name:
His ineffable effable
Effanineffable
Deep and inscrutable singular Name.
Oh yes! This IS nice:-)
ReplyDeleteWe just finally arrived at a name for the mama cat since we made the decision to keep her. Sabrina!
Methinks my link didn't work...not sure how to get it working on a blog comment. Any ideas??
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